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At length where stretched a princely street
 In long, receding splendor,
Down which the golden sunshine threw
 A radiance warm and tender;

While far above us, frowning, hung
 A castle old and hoary,
Stern on its battlemented heights
 Renowned in song and story;

And near us, throned in marble state,
 O'er time and death victorious,
He sat, the magic of whose pen
 Made king and castle glorious—

There, face to face, once more we met,
 Like leaves in autumn weather,
That blown afar by varying winds,
 Yet drift again together.

A look, a smile, and "Is it thou?"
 A little low, sweet laughter,
Just one close clasp of meeting hands,
 And then, a moment after,

Between us swept the surging crowd
 And we were borne asunder.
O, friend unknown, in what far land
 Will we next meet, I wonder?